Poems~•

smita

it was the time when hardly we had phone or just say  a land phone, we never had an idea of even smart phone of today, actually as corona period started our life changed alot everyday i saw my child sitting in front of laptop or computer and going through her classes or even a break with her classmates i felt sorry what they are missing,&even don't know when everything be normal again,.... by the time I travel back in my school days recalling some event that happened by,one such was about ^smita^.                               may it be when I was in 7th std,a sweet,fair,thin girl was studying with us,. she was there with us for a shorter period & left the school may be after few months.   ,by  this time I didn't exactly remember what happened with her case but what surprisingly remember that...........I was in the ground floor , mishra sir{mr.m.k.mishra}called me,^rake this girl*she is ^smita singh^.     i was so surprised that I took to her another class,may be lower than our class,..... even i realize my fault later,may be i was puzzle d with her name as title was even same.....                 now this new smita is still in my contact while past one missing.                        life is full of suspense,no one knows what the story be next,i had left my childhood days& still remember them although lot of changes gone through the years.